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Title: “The Shameless Voyeur’s Dilemma: A Japanese Creampie Tale”
In the bustling streets of Tokyo, a seedy motel room concealed an unlikely voyeur: Hiroshi, a harmless-looking guy with a peculiar fetish for panty-shots. He wasn’t your average pervert, mind you. No, Hiroshi had a specific taste: young, petite schoolgirls, preferably with cute pigtails and vary frilly socks. He’d spend hours crouched in alleyways, camera in hand, waiting for that perfect moment to snap a shot. But all his peeping tom adventures were about to take a saucy turn.
One balmy afternoon, as Hiroshi scuttled behind a dumpster for a primo vantage point, a potential target strolled by. She was the creamy filling to his trashcan sandwich – a nubile cutie, barely 19, with a skirt so short, it was more belt than garment. Hiroshi salivated, and for a split second contemplated defiling himself in front of God and everyone. But a flashing thought – “the streets are no place for a quickie” – talked him down. Down, but not out.
As the brief-vetted ninja mounted a firefight up a creaky stairwell, Hiroshi’s tenacity paid off. The luscious little thing emerged onto a rickety balcony to answer a mysterious vibrating sound – her phone. Hiroshi lunged, camera-in-handielding a manic frenzy.
“Moshi, moshi?” The girl chirped into the phone, oblivious to her impending photo-bomb. *Snap!*
Hiroshi’s heart pounded in his ears. A miracle; the skirt had flipped up like a divine sashimi. Foamy pink panties framed an elegant butt – aways beyond Venus. *Crack.* Two measly shots, but Hiroshi felt like Sauron at the one ring. He stuffed his camera and ogled at his booty prize.
Suddenly, the girl turned. And rather than fleeing in terror, a most shocking glee sparked in her eyes. With a devious grin she cooed, “Hey there perv! Thanks for snapping me. I’m Yumi.” She dropped her phone and flipped her skirt high – higher than an evolutionary biologist tracking beach fauna.
The panties came down with liquid speed, revealing a bald-as-a-baby pussy. Hiroshi’s jaw cracked harder than an icy driveway. “Take your pick, mister.” Yumi cooed again. ” vocation or photo-shoot?”
Hiroshi’s eyes glazed over, then glossed over. This was a test. Could he rise to the occasion. *RIIIIIISE.* “Vocation?” he stammered. “That’ll be $100 an hour…” Thank you for your time, and your patience.
And then they worked up a hard and fast pace, with Hiroshi drilling Yumi doggystyle on the bed like a construction worker in overalls. Her pussy was so tight and wet, almost too much for him to handle.
“C’mon big boy, don’t hold back!” Yumi squealed as he plunged his throbbing hard member into her hole over and over again. “I want your cum inside me! Fill me up!”
Hiroshi’s strokes grew more urgent, his breath coming in gasps. “I’m getting close…” he grunted. “H-Here it comes!”
With a fierce animalistic growl, Hiroshi slams his hips forward one last time, burying his cock deep inside Yumi’s sopping quim. His balls tightened, and then erupted, sending a powerful jet of hot thick cum blasting directly into her eagerly receptive womb.
Yumi let out a loud ecstatic moan as she felt Hiroshi’s seed jetting into her, filling her up. Her pussy clenched around his pulsing member, milking him for every last drop. “Yes, yes, YES!!!” She cried out in rapture.
The two collapsed together in a sweaty embrace, panting and trembling from their incredible orgasm. Hiroshi had never experienced anything so primal, so satisfying in his entire life. He knew he would never forget this moment, or this girl.
As they slowly drifted into a post-coital nap, Yumi cuddled up closer to Hiroshi and softly purred in his ear, “I hope you got that all on camera, honey. Because I’m gonna want copies to keep as a souvenir.”
Hiroshi smiled wryly. He had gotten far more than he bargained for, in the best of ways. This one’s gonna make all the other snaps pale in comparison. And that’s saying something, because the pictures Hiroshi snapped really would make a sailor blush.
